Each time out, we broke into groups and played lead/follow with one of the instructors: Nick Ienatsch, Jeff Haney, Dale Keiffer and that Turpin guy. After a brief warm-up, we ran training laps starting with a slalom cone course on the front straight, moving to a trail-braking exercise at mid-track and then practicing the techniques Freddie had taught us for the remaining half-lap. In the afternoon, after lunch and another lecture from Freddie, Jeff followed us with an on-board video camera for one complete lap. At day's end we reviewed the footage, and Nick critiqued the students one at a time. When I appeared on the big screen, all I could think was, "That can't be me!" But no one else in the class had a pink pony on the back of their leathers, so indeed it was. I was sitting completely upright on the bike, I wasn't looking through the corners, and I kept missing apexes. I sat that night at dinner, introspective and embarrassed at my poor performance. I supposed, however, that if anyone could improve my riding, it was a three-time world champion and his team of all-stars.